Death Match (Klach vs. Sasha)

Klach looked around her. The forest looked empty, silent. She bit her lip, wondering whether the other girl had received her note.
A fight, the ultimate fight, a fight which only one of them would survive. It made her stomach twist, but it alsofilled her with life. She had her own reasons to wanting to kill the other girl, though they were directed to The Major, not Sasha. A message.
She sat under a tree, but without letting her guard down. Waiting for her opponent

Sasha stepped to the clearing, the boyish kid flashing her green eyes at the other girl, her guts twisted a bit too, an anxious tension which stung like mad. But she did her best to be all calm and cold on the outside. Her fists were clenched this firmly that her knuckles turned a palish white and with two wide steps Sasha was on the middle of the clearing, watching the other girl as she said:"So...ready to settle this once and for all?"
Sasha was wearing her shorts, army boots, a sport top and mma gloves on her hands. Her mother's dog tags around her neck.

Klach swallowed and standed up, trying to look cocky and sure of herself. She was wearing her sweat pants, her sleveless black tshirt that showed her belly and was barefoot.
'Oh, I am going to settle it' she said, advancing slowly toward the other girl. 'You ready to die?'

"You are really some cracked sick head or?" Sasha asked and would stand there. She narrowed her eyes, trying to show the older girl that she felt no fear at all. Well she did...but she could handle it well so far.
Sasha reached out with her right arm, offering it to Klach for a greeeting tap in the sense of good sportsgirlship...despite the dire reasons.

Klach looked at the hand and reached for it. But in the last minute grabed her oponent's wrist and pulled strongly. If she managed to get Sasha off balance, Klach would try to knee her opponent between her legs.
"Got ya' little girl". She then would try a roundhouse kick to her opponents face, trying to knock her to the ground

Sasha was yanked toward a sharp knee, rolling her self backward. She leaned forth, the knee hammering into her tummy instead of her cunny. Air was knocked out of her lungs, making her gasp. She doubled over, despite her hard abs.
As Klach's wide kick came in at her she ducked low and swung up her arm to protect her head but the impact did send the tiny tomboy hard against a tree. She groaned, pressing her shoulder to the tree, glaring at Klach

Klach saw her glare and half smiled "oh, poor little baby, have I hurt your feelings? Well, don't worry, when I start breaking your bones you wont mind that any more"
She then would run towards her as if she was going for a direct attack, but in the last moment she would try to dodge her opponent and position herself behind sasha. If this worked she would try a strangle-hold while hitting the other girl behind her knee forcing her to kneel "Time to go to bed, little baby"

As it seemed Klach thought she was facing an idiot. As soon as Klach dived past Sasha who had just hoisted up her fists again the other girl turned a bit, just to feel Klach's arm reaching around her neck from behind. Sasha growled, kicking her self off as her leg buckled from the kick. Wincing she tossed her backward to smash the spin of Klach to the tree she self had hit back first seconds ago.
Sasha's world was spinning a bit but with a second growl she tilted her head forth, just to hammer her skull backward to smash the back of her skull to the bridge of Klach's nose.

"oh, you are mie" Klach thought as she ran toards her opponent. Her arms surrounded the neck of her adversary "you are dissapointing me" she said.
Suddenly things stopped going as planned. The other tomboy crushed her against the tree, making her back scream in pain. Klach would have holded, though, if her opponent's head hadn't smashed against her nose. The sudden and intense pain forced Klach to relÃase her hold by instinct and give a step back touching her nose in an instinctive movement

As Klach's hands went up to do so, checking the nose out of pure instinct, Sasha shifted some weight, ducked lower and turned her hip some to wind up, aiming her left as hard as she could toward the side of the other girl, aiming for Klach's kidneys, grunting as she turned her self upward, trying to follow up with a vicious right swing at Klach's other side, above the ovaries, right on the belt line.
"Shut up!" Sasha hissed under her breath, asking her self what she had ever done to this mad girl...before.